What The Funk (Bonus Studio Track)
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Full circle with the protractor, you ain't no factor
We rollerblade on beats and I can go backwards
Like it's the 70's, high, feelin heavenly
Choppin up Beverly, thinkin how good the head'll be
But I ain't partyin with girls who need a guardian
I see 'em in the audience and pass 'em up
Fashioned up, flashin in Miami
In big iceberg that sank the Titanic
A nigga quick to put his dick in your bra
But I wouldn't spend five on a chicken kebab
We get, poultry, smooth and sultry
Women approach me lowkey, and give me they proceeds
We kick poetry, you can quote me
Multi-talented, makin music mostly
Corralin them dollars as you holler audibly
Then make chronoliques through the final leap
In the pursuit, of scholarly, refinement
I spend my life unwindin, globes
Standin in a pair of well worn 'gannas
Stretchin skins like a tanner, it's the smooth manner
The playful banner, or perhaps the 'gnac and a
Half-full decanter, at a off-er that's scattered
Screamin let me at 'em, man the game long
Long, long, long as a fleet would roam
That's how we keep it, long as my peoples know
We gon' have cash in hand, triple threat
Hashish, weed and kief to blow, nigga it's no secret
Everytime I come 'round here
(Hey there he go right there, hey
What's goin on man, how you been man?)
Don't you smoke me in my eye
(Say, can I hit that, I mean show me some lovin, show me somethin)
Y'all don't like me, I don't care
(I don't like y'all, I ain't even thinkin about y'all
I got my own record company, I don't give a fuck)
But what the fuck, you think that got to do with me?
Say what? You ballin like a Mariner?
And wearin a, three piece suit
You still a two-shot derringer and I'm a paratrooper with a parachute
Airborne ranger tearin through the woods with a fully
I never spare maneuvers, the chances should be
Slim as a hairline fracture, America gotcha
And my gat ya, breedin natural born killers like a factory
I'm absolutely, never fallin victim to the brainwashed chainsaw
I let my lyrics rip through 'em like a chainsaw
My aim is livin true but it's the same song
Brains on the sidewalk, jive talk, three eyes watch
Whether you livin dingy or you got nice things
I ain't foolin with you suckers, it's just not my scene
Some of you can't imagine the pot I seen
Fuckin with me, I hope you got Visine, put on your high beams
A-Plus, Hieroglyphics, it's them again
Never ever spendin Benjamins on a pelican
Love my women elegant, preferably melanin
Might settle for a chicken but before I'm gettin hella bent
I tell you man, the way I'm livin is hectic
I'm into buyin land so catch me flippin a necklace
In the game of flavor pals and you ain't gettin ejected
I might, be on some next shit and shit on my ex-bitch
Everytime I come 'round here
(Ayy, ayy, that umm, umm, uh, what's the name? Uhh)
Don't you smoke me in my eye
(Hey this fool right here stay high, every time I see him)
Y'all don't like me, I don't care
(Ayy the other night at the club, this chick
Was talkin 'bout I used to do it wrong)
But what the fuck, you think that got to do with me?
Everytime I come 'round here
(I see this cat everywhere I go man, youse a player right there)
Don't you smoke me in my eye
(That's that blueberry, that's that bubblegum, what is that man?)
Y'all don't like me, I don't care
(Ain't nobody thinkin about you, man this bitch I'm with, she's a)
But what the fuck, you think that got to do with me?
Nigga!